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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.