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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.