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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.