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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Rapeman 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.