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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.