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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.