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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Faust,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.