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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.