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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.