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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
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.