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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.