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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.