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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.