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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.