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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
CMW,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.