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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.