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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.