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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.