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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.