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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.