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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.