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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.