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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.