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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Visage,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.