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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonics 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.