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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Television,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.