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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.