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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.