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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.