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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.