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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.