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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.