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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.