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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.