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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Remains,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.