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 Japan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.