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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.