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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.