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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.