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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.