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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.