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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.