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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.