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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.