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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smog to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.