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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.