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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.