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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.