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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.