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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.