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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.