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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Q65 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.