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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.