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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Index,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.