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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Nas,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.