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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.