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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.