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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.