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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.