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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.