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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.