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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.