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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.