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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.