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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.