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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.