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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.