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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.