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 Australia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.