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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.