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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.