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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.