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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.