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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.