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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.