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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.