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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
the Association,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.