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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.