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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Litter to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.