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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.