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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.