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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Technova,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.