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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.