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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.