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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Mars,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.