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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Scion,
Slave,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.