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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.