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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.