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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.