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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.