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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.