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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.