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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cure,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Brick,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.