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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.