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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.