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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.