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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.