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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.