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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Nas,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.