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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.