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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Gong,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.