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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.