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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.