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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.