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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.