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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.