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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.