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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.