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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
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.