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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.