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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
PIL,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.