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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Can,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Swans,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.