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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Technova,
Hoover,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.