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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.