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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.