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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.