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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.