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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.