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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.