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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lyres,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.