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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.