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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.