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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.