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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.