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 Latvia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.