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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.