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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Can,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.