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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.