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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.