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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.