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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.