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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.