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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Vogues,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Wings,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.