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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.