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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.