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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.