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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.