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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Icehouse to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.