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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
MC5,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.