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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.