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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.