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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.