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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.