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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
DNA,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.