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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.