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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.