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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.