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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.