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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.