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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.