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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.