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 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.