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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.