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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.