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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.