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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.