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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
New Order,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.