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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.