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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.