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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.