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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.