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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.