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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.