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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.