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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.