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 Greece and from Lille.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Simply Red,
X-102,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.