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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.