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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.