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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.