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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.