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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Saints,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.