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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.