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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.