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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.