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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.