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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
X-102,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.