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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.