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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.