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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.