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 Togo 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.