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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.