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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Second Layer 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.