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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.