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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.