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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.