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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.