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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.