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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.