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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.