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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.