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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Organ,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.