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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.