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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.