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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.