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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.