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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.