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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.