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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.