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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.