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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.