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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.