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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.