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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.