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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.