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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.