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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.