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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.