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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.