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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.