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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
UT,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.