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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.