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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.