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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.