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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.