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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.