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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.