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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.