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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.