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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.