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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.