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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.