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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.