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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Monks,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
the Association,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.