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 Andorra 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.