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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.