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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.