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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.