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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Order to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.