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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.