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 Canada 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pylon,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.