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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.