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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
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.