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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.