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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.