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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.