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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.