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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.