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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.