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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.