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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Franke,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.