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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.