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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Swans,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.