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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.