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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
AZ,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Wire,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.