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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.