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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.