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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
UT,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Names,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.