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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.