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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
The Wake,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.