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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.