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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.