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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Names,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.