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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
MC5,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.