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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Faust,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.