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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.