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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.