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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Slave,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
New Order,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.