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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Wings,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.