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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Organ,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.