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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.