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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.