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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.