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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.