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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.