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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.