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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.