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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.