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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.