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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.