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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.