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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 PIL 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.