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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 AZ to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Slits,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.