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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.