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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.