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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Slave,
Erasure,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.