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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.