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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.