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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Names,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.