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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.