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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.