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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.