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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.