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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.