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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Slave,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.