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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.