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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.