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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.