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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.