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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Pole,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.