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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.