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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.