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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.