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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
June Days,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.