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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.