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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Monks,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.