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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.