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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Roxette,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.