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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.