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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.