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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.