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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.