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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.