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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.