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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.