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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.