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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.