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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Ituana,
a-ha,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.