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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.