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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.