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 Chile 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.