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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.