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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.