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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.