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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.