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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Brick,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
PIL,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.