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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Nas,
Little Man,
cv313,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.