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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.