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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.