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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Gong,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.