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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Swans to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.