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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
CMW,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.