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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.