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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.