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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.