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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
X-102,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.