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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.