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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.