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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.