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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.