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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.