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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
the Association,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.