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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Standells,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.