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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.