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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.