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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.