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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Can,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.