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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.