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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.