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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Japan,
X-102,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.