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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.