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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.