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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Crime,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.