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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.