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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.