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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Nico,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.