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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.