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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.