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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.