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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.