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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.