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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.