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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.