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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.