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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.