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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Section 25,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Monks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.