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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.