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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.