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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.