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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.