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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.