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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.