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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.