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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Magma,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.