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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.