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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
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.