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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.