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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.