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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.