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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.