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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.