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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.