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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grime 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Scion,
Gong,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.