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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.