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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.