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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.