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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.