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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.