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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.