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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.