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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
June Days,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.