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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.