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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.