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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.