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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.