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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.