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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.