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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.