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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.