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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.