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 Australia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.