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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.