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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.