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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.