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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.