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 Congo and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.