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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.