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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.