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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.