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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.