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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.