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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.