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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.