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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.