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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.