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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.