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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.