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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.