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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.