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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.