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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.