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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.