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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.