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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Leaves,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.