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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.