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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.