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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.