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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.