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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.