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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Magma,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.