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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.