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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Move,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.