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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.