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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.