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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Das Ding 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Monks,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.