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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.