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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
MC5,
Arcadia,
JFA,
DNA,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.