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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dead C to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
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.