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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.