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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.