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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.