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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.