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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.