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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.