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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.