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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.