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 Chad 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.