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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.