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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.