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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.