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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.