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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.