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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.