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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.