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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.