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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.