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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Mars,
Nico,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.