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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
Make Up,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.