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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Fear,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.