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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.