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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.