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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.