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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.