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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.