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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.