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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.