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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.