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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.