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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.