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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.