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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.