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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.