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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.