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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.