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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.