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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.