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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.