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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.