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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.