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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.