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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.