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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.