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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.