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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.