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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.