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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
the Association,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.