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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.