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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.