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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.