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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.