Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.