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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.