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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Suicide,
Television,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.