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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.