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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
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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.