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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.