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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.