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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.