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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.