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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.