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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.