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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.