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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.