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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.