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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.