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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.