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 Zambia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.