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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.