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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.