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 United States and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
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.