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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.