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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Slave,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.