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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.