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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.