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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.