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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.