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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.