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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.