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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.