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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Faust,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.