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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.