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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.