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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.